I try to find something wrong.
There's nothing wrong.
I'm doing great.
For once my mind is rooting for me.
It's my body now that's tired all the time.
My mind is cheering and running to and fro.
Half of my mind is doing that at least.
The other half is saying "Why should you be happy?"
It's saying "Stay down"
That half is growing.
The half that is rooting for me is gradually shrinking.
It never ceases its cheering.
It's annoying.
It's always there.
A constant.
It tells me there's nothing wrong.
But there is.
I don't know what.
But there is.
